"Let me come with you," Mary blurted, unable to keep quiet. "I know I'm not one of your chosen warriors and I'm just... me, but.. let me watch your back." Mary knew she was good with a gun. Being a warrior had never been a part of her mythology, but she was a woman who sold herself on the street - she knew the value of protecting herself and those she loved, both from mortal men and demonkind.